The Amber Sword

In remote areas such as Tonigal and Yuzon, the majority of the inhabitants do not actually live next to the city, even in Warnd, where the more prosperous the area, the higher the level of urbanization. The city is home to a large number of handicraft practitioners, monks, entertainers and municipal workers, as well as their relatives, and dependants, presumably for reasons such as commercial trade.

But in Tonigal, that's the other way around. There are many sporadic settlements in the wild, the farms are spread out on the edge of the forest, there are hunter's huts in the hills, that's what half the horses discovered, the house is still inhabited by this family, they were afraid it was the reprisal of Denel, so they brought it with them.

The leaves of the trees roared for a moment, half a horse fighter tall, muscular brown, a purple white warrior tattoo painted with cheeks and shoulders, men and women with Cesar trembling, as well as their children, dressed, black hair greasy knot, like a fugitive.

Brando looked down the hill and the forest was dark as ink, with flags staggering in different colors, but the shouting stopped for a moment, and the entire battlefield stagnated because of their sudden appearance. He found that the nearest Grussians were secretly adjusting their formation and that the grey green noble militias were hiding in the forest.

But he didn't care, turning back: “They're not scouts, they're just fugitives. ”

“My lord, we...” The man's eyes flashed with horror. Fugitives were captured by nobles, mostly to behead, and there were many headless bodies, mostly fugitives and a small number of bandits, from ‘Dawlin’ to ‘Somar’ Avenue.

“Who are you!” The child broke out of his mother's pale hands and asked out loud.

……

Suddenly the flanking army made Pallas feel like he was on his back, but when he heard that only a few hundred people were relieved, his index finger banging on the smooth handle of the sword, he turned back and asked: "Does scourge respond? ”

“No.”

Parras nodded.

Hundreds of people from the district also dared to appear, and the old knights heard the knights around them talking in a relaxed tone. Soldiers seem to be laughing at the enemy's self-defeating power, and while the proud soldiers must lose, no general would prefer an army that is not confident. He was satisfied with his men's morale, and enemy reinforcements seemed to be a laughingstock for a while.

“Those ‘reinforcements' are standing still! ”

“Ha ha, probably thinking about retreating or fleeing. ”

“Cowards, if they can't beat us up when they show up, they may be surprised and waste their time for nothing. ”

“It's kind of like they can get around to our flanks. ”

“It was the Grussians too incompetent. ”

Parras couldn't help shaking his head again. How could he think of the enemy? These young men on his own couldn't help but lose sight. He took a breath and replied: "No response is the enemy, letting the Grussians stop them, and they have been humiliated enough. ”

Military Heart is available.

“Then let's go.” The old knight pulled the mask off and stood up from the rock. A waiter would have brought his horse around, and the knights would have been ready.

A tiny little variable on the battlefield did not change his decision, and Parras, though cautious, had a decision to make as a general. He nodded to the attendant and made a loud noise when the metal ring armor rubbed. The waiter in the leather coat picked up the horn hanging from the waist, and the drum blew, and a clear battle through the woods ——

Then countless soldiers came out of the woods, dressed in red and blue robes, wearing iron helmets, with swords on their hips, with vulture shields in their hands, and the sound of clicking and rubbing from the iron foot guard stepping on the dead wood sounded all over.

The squad of soldiers gathered in a flood, like filling all the voids between the woods, and the mountains appeared everywhere. The aristocratic private army formed several huge formations, like the slow flow of water across the position, scattered arrows hurled into it, and even if an occasional individual fell, the soldiers behind would fill the upper space immediately. The enemies in front of you seem endless, creating a feeling of helplessness.

The army is approaching.

The mercenaries who were still resisting in the forest could not help but lay down their bows, and when the armies of tens of thousands appeared at the same time, the momentum was enough to keep the earth chestnut.

Everyone swallowed a mouth spit.

Metissa was wearing silver armor and sat on her unicorn. Her face was sealed, revealing only her eyes, her tiny nose and her mouth, and the fairy princess clasped her lips and grabbed her long shuttle and looked at the scene without a word.

Behind her are Utah, Vern, and nearly a thousand cavemen with their waists crouched beneath a dark, prickly metal armor, carrying giant spears, like war monsters.

But such an army did not stand in front of the army of Denel.

Metisa watched the battle in silence.

Utah doesn't understand this very well: "Aren't we going? ”

“That's not our enemy, Utah. I never said our target was not Madara.” Metisa looked at the far mountain and replied.

“This... but they can't stop it!” The head of the female mercenary group looked somewhat nervously at the approaching army.

“The Lord has his own arrangements.” Metisa looked back at her and smiled, with a calm look at the unquestioned trust: “You're too nervous. ”

“There are not many men in Lord's hands.” Utah looked at Metisa strangely.

“Enough.” Metissa said, "I am the master of this reserve, first and foremost subject to tactical arrangements. Lord says he can do it, and all I have to do is trust his judgment. And our goal is Madara,”

“I think I'm crazy.” Utah shook his head and mumbled.

Metissa laughed, “Thank you for coming with me, Utah. ”

“You're just a little girl.” Utah sighed and thought of her sister. She touched her sword and suddenly felt a little cold in her hands.

……

Brando looks at that skinny little boy. The mother came running over to protect her child with some horror, raised her head and looked at him with a mournful eye.

“Lord, the enemy has moved.” Some of the mercenaries said at this time.

Brando nodded, and he turned back: "I am your rightful lord, whether you are fugitives or my inhabitants, and I will protect you as long as you live in Tonigal. Just remember that. ”

After that, he pulled a string of horses and was about to leave, but what everyone expected was that the kid shouted back: "Liar, you're all bad guys! ”

“Hmm?” Brando couldn't help but stop.

“Dad said if you weren't here, there wouldn't be a war. ”

“Lord...” The man pulled his own son, and he was disturbed: “He... he...”

Brando shook his head and looked back at everyone he had brought out of the black forest. Everyone also looked at him, the elves, the half-man, the Druids and the human mercenaries. Brando nodded at them, then rolled over and pulled out his sword in front of them.

The poor woman screamed in horror, but Brando walked up to her, pressed her skinny hands and shook her head gently, soothing: "It doesn't matter, don't worry. ”

The woman and the man looked at him nervously, and he turned around and patted the little boy's face again: "You're a little man, I ask you a question. ”

The little boy stared at him.

“What would you do if someone were to take your parents away from you one day? ”

“They dare, I will beat them!” The little boy answered honestly.

“Well said.” Brando praised: “Then I ask you, little man, what would I do if one day someone were to take you away from me and take this country? ”

The little boy looked at him inexplicably.

“I beat them up, too.” Brando smiled a little. He got up on his horse, and he had a sword in his hand, one finger forward —— in the forest, letting Denel's army float, but the two armies were always looking at each other remotely, and Tonigal, and indeed Eruin as a whole, seemed to be gathered for months, and at this moment it seemed to be this last confrontation, who could change the fate of the kingdom? Brando looked ahead, but overlooked: "So you heard? ”

“Hit them!” The mercenaries promised.

“Hit them!” The half-man's blood boils, and this is the life they seek, chasing a battle that has been awarded glory until the last drop of blood is shed. Perhaps war itself is pointless, but what is most precious between guardianship beliefs and hope is always respectable.

The tree elves put their bows in front of their chests and sang the songs that spread so widely between humans and elves in the early years.

Eagle Zhang Yu, bow high, light triumphs over darkness, hope to guard the belief--

It was an ancient song that circulated in the days before the Battle of the Saints, when the spirits of wisdom on earth could unite against the dragons of darkness and sign sacred and solemn vows. But in the millennium, who remembers all this?

Brando smiled at Queenie.

“How to fight.” Chief Tree Elf asked.

“You stop Jean de Neil's army,” Brando replied in understatement, "and now that Pallas wants the Grussians to stop me, I'm going to break down his left wing and show him that these noble lords always like to underestimate people, and from now on I want them to remember that lesson. ”

“Are you alone?” Queenie looked at him with amazement.

“Alone?” Brando smiled and shook his head, turning back and blowing a long whistle with his index finger and thumb on his lips. The whistle was heard by everyone on both sides of the belligerent as far away as the pitch-black coniferous forest was concerned.

There was a sudden calm in the forest.

Suddenly, a wolf howled from afar. And then a moment later, this soaring howl rang through the mountains, and the distant wolf howl seemed to be approaching this side at some incredible speed, just for a moment, and the howl clearly seemed to be in the ear.

The earth begins to battle chestnuts, like a thousand horses.

Paras suddenly strangled the horse's reins and stopped. The old knight's face changed slightly under the iron mask. All the knights around him stopped at the same time, turning back toward the direction of the wolf howling.

Wolves, and not just wolves.

Residents living on the edge of the Black Forest, of course, know best what the howl is from. “Black Wolf!” The first turmoil was the mountain people, generations of people living in barbarism, myths of these horrible creatures.

There's only one thing they can think of right now.

Wolf Tide.

“Here comes the wolf tide! ”

The old knight's face suddenly grew pale.

And Queenie looked at Brando, standing on his horse like a knife, only among the pendulum wolves, as if to see the mythical wolf herder. Brando turned around and smiled at him: "Is that enough? ”

Quinnier didn't speak, just one hand raised a bow to him and made a gesture of a tree elf striking.

Between moments, countless flying horses swept away from the forest.

……

(PS: The cold is a little better, but I'm going to go out and get some medicine later, so I'm here today. Tomorrow Brando will start killing people. You know, maybe I'll give them a little explosion.

Besides, the book evaluation area "I'll combine to form the chest" or something, you guys weigh yourselves down, dare you be more obscene? Brando really felt it was an artifact reaction, and the Lion Heart Sword was a fantasy weapon, so guess for yourself why.

Also, Mommy, you secretly said bad things about me in the book evaluation area and I found out. Oh, the night wand or something, it's BUG in itself...) (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)